Monday morning, I dropped Millie off at the vet’s for her ultrasound. We knew something was wrong because she was peeing blood, but not exactly what. Dr. Debbie suspected a tumor. Anyway, the ultrasound tech diagnosed her with bladder stones. Not a great dx because sx is expensive, but a better outcome than a tumor growing on her bladder. The office called and asked if we wanted to schedule her for surgery Tuesday. Obviously I want to say yes, but the estimate of between $1300 and $2500 was a big number to swallow when I am broke as a joke.
I panic-posted about her dx an the costs on Ravelry and Twitter, and pretty quickly money started coming in. In the meantime I also applied for Care Credit, justt in case. I got approved, and I called my vet back to say yes, please schedule Millie for sx on Tuesday.
Tuesday rolls around, her sx goes great. They removed several small-pea sized stones, one of which they gave back to me at my request. Its in a little rx jar waiting for me to bust out the microscope to check out the urolith up close and personal.
She was scheduled to come home on Wednesday but she was being anorexic, so she actually came home on Thursday. She was such a good girl, she didn’t lick her wound once and didn’t need to wear the cone of shame aka the funny hat.
Because of folks who love cats, I only had to charge $1350 of the $2400 total bill, and I can have almost all of it paid off before the interest kicks in, so that’s good because Care Credit has terrible interest rates.
Yesterday was two weeks post-sx, and Millie got her staples removed. The vet complimented her healing, and said she’s such a good patient. No scratching or biting or fighting. She’s very sweet with them and just wants to be petted.
She’s very obviously feeling a lot better. She’s been spending all morning and afternoons with me, lots of cuddling, napping with me, and a few days ago while I was doing aquarium water changes, she spent a solid half an hour splashing in the water being siphoned into the bathtub until she was half soaked. Then she crawled into my bed to take a nap…lol.
I’m so grateful for everyone who helps with her bills. I sent thank-you cards to everyone whose address I had from PayPal, quite a few of which went to foreign countries. Luckily I had a ton of greeting cards on hand, and both domestic and international letter stamps. I stuffed all the letters with stickers, as many as I could while keeping them under an ounce. My planning to have so many penpals paid off!
My last post was a few days ago, telling you about my tubal ligation experience. As of today (4 days after) I have virtually no pain but I do feel some tightness in my lower abdomen here and there. The vaginal bleeding stopped after the second day, and aside from getting tired really easily, I feel pretty damned good.
I never did fill my painkiller Rxs and i think I took a total of 1200mg of ibuprofen the day of surgery in two doses, 1000mg the second day in 3 doses, and 200mg the third day before we went out to a party.
My care sheet basically says “resume normal activity” and then has a whole section with things like “no driving” “no exercise” “no lifting”…. so I’m really not sure what normal daily activities I’m actually allowed to do. I’m just trying to do what I can, without causing myself pain or strain, and trying not to complete exhaust myself in the process.
Tomorrow I am taking Mattie’s dad to a doctor’s appointment in the afternoon, so hopefully that won’t wear me out too badly as we have pool later that night.
Several months ago I started the process to get a tubal ligation. Once I found out the process, it turned out to be easier than I expected. My first stop was Planned Parenthood. They did the mandatory 30 minute counseling session with me to make sure I understood that sterilization is permanent and that I really did not want kids. That part was super easy.
Then I went to my primary doctor and requested a referral to a gynecologist. There was some hold up there with my insurance until I requested my medical records from Planned Parenthood and had my primary doctor send in the proof of the counseling session.
The next hold up was 3 times I was referred to the wrong kind of doctor. I finally got my referral to a gynecologist and she did an exam and asked me a lot of questions. When she heard that there is mental illness on both sides of my relationship, she agreed that that alone was an excellent reason to give me the go ahead. I wasn’t going to judge her idea of a good reason to sterilize me; I was just glad that she agreed to do it.
The next few weeks were filled with driving all over the place (did I mention the doctor I was referred to was an hour’s drive away from me?) to pick things up, have tests run, and in general drive me batty. I was thankfully able to do my EKG and bloodwork where I live, but had to drive down below to get my chest x-ray.
That was a week ago. Yesterday I went in for the actual surgery at Valley Presbyterian Hospital in Van Nuys. It felt like I was waiting in holding for hours, but once they put me under, I blinked and it was done. I freaked out a little when I woke up in recovery because for a few minutes I couldn’t really move and I couldn’t do more than just moan and whimper. I think they paralytic they give you for surgery was still in me a bit. When I could move better and actually talk, I spent 15 minutes cracking what could only be truly awful jokes because no one laughed. I’m so glad no one was there to record that.
The surgery itself went great. No problems, and just two tiny incisions. One in my bellybutton and one right above my pubic area. When we left the hospital, our first stop was to go to Arby’s. I was starving after my fast (the day before I was only allowed clear liquids and jello) and a turkey sandwich never tasted so good!
We stopped by the pharmacy, but I ended up not getting my pain med Rxs filled because the doctor wrote them on the same sheet, and Norco is nearly impossible to get here, and when the Rxs are written like that they have to fill both of them at the same time. Instead I just bought menstrual pads and a bottle of ibuprofen. The menstrual pads were because apparently after this surgery you bleed from your vagina and there is a big “don’t put things in your vagina” warning on the printout for after care… LOL. After that we were on our way home.
After we were home I kinda felt like I got kicked in the stomach by a horse, which is pretty much how bad menstrual cramps can feel. I was tired too, but not tired enough to actually sleep. Mattie and I stayed up kinda late watching TV on Hulu and then went to bed. At first I couldn’t get comfortable but then I knocked out pretty quickly.
This morning I woke up and I felt like I had a brutal workout at the gym yesterday and did about a thousand sit-ups. I took 600mg of ibuprofen and after about an hour felt quite a bit better. I’m still sore of course and I feel like an old lady, but its honestly not that bad and I wouldn’t die if I didn’t have anything for pain.
I’m super relieved that I did it. I’m glad I won’t have to worry about an accidental pregnancy. And as someone I follow on Instagram said, “Welcome to Sterile Club!” LOL I did however have a few naysayers along the way. I had a few private messages from friends when I talked about wanting this done on Facebook saying I was too young and I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m 35 years old people. I’ve never wanted kids. And one of the surgical nurses insisted I would be back in a few years to have it reversed, or that I could always rent a womb, or do in vitro fertilization. She also questioned me if my boyfriend was really on board with this. On the other hand, when I saw my new psych doctor the day before my surgery, he applauded me for making a conscious decision to prevent unwanted pregnancies when so many people who shouldn’t have kids just keep popping out babies.
But its done, and I’m glad. Now to just recover and get back to normal! I’m planning on doing some knitting during my downtime. 🙂